Path to the Present~ Day #7
- By Susan Reynolds
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- 12 Apr, 2020
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April 12
As the week ends with Passover and Easter today, it feels a little daunting to find the right metaphor or theme for this final day of blogging. What comes to mind, after seven days of yoga and solitary walks with Sasha, without music, podcasts, or phones, is the power of contemplation, prayer, silence, and the time and space to be alone with one’s own thoughts. I come back to my introductory blog where I talked about the conditions needed to listen to my internal voice, intuition, and quite nudging.
In the busy-ness of everyday, pre-Covid-19 life, it’s easy for me to spend my entire day reacting to information, stimulus and other’s thoughts and opinions. In the physical space of the studio, sometimes there are other influences and stimulus to capture my attention, but in the solitude of my own bedroom, on my yoga mat, I’m virtually with so many others, but physically alone. Svasana happens in a different way because I can turn my computer off and spend as long as I want in the stillness of the pose.
When I was walking today, through the streets of Piedmont, California, since our park paths through the woods are closed, I came down this street of beautiful spring flowers. I came back to it later today to take the picture, and when I looked back at the photo, I saw the path. No real beginning and no real end, just like our life right now. It reminded me that the certainty is in the quiet of the present moment… always.
On The Mat Yoga Blog
“There is a light in the core of
our being that calls us home—one that can only be seen with closed eyes; We can
feel it as a radiance in the center of our chest. This light of loving
awareness is always here, regardless of our conditioning. It does not matter
how many dark paths we have traveled or how many wounds we have inflicted or
sustained as we have unknowingly stumbled toward this inner radiance. It does
not matter how long we have sleepwalked, seduced by our desires and fears. This
call persists until it is answered, until we surrender to who we really are.
When we do, we feel ourselves at home wherever we are. A hidden beauty reveals
itself in our ordinary life. As the true nature of our Deep Hear is unveiled,
we feel increasingly grateful for no reason—grateful to simply be.”
—John J. Prendergast, PHD, The Deep Heart
Seems like it’s been rainy,
windy, dreary for eons. Which may have helped us shelter inside a bit more. I
remember reading years and years ago in a Seth book that weather can be
influenced, and even created by mass human emotion. Why not? We are far more powerful
than we currently acknowledge, and science is beginning to validate many
phenomena that had seemed inconceivable before. Those seemingly endless days of
“bad” weather seemed congruent with the emotional tone of covid her in New
England. And now SUN! Glorious, warming, invigorating, hope-filled Sun! Today I
will be outside basking and gardening and thanking. And I’m sure the whole
neighborhood, and most of New England will go outside, stand with our faces to
the sun and breathe a huge healing breath of joy. And maybe the collective
energy of that will resonate out across the word as a promise of brighter days
to come.
